Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
10cc,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.